Im A Girl Made Of G | L | A |S | S [INCOMPLETE]

[blood]

Nikki wanted peace and quiet, what do you do when you want piece and quiet, you perform a freaking concert for roaring fans. That was what she had done tonight, at she was exhausted, however she let herself pick her body up and lug over to a small club that had formed. She wasnt really into it. She wore a black mini skirt and a black tanktop, she stood in the corner as she sipped a glass bottle of cola. She wanted to part in the dancing.

she didnt go here by her own choice, obviously. She came here because she was forced by her manager to go out and make a public apperance, a club was the perfect thing in his mind, and she would not be let out of the hotel looking like a man, which was what she was comfortable in No, she had to have this man dress her in a skirt tanktop and heels. Not somehting she liked, what's worse is he did her hair so it didnt cover face, and he made her wear feminine make up. She hated this.

She made her way through the dance floor quite skilled as a man grabbed her by the arm. "Hey girle, would you like to dance with me?" He asked, she simply held up a hand and shook her head rather polite. "No thank you, Im not a dancer." She stated, calmly and polite, nothing short of opposite her normal attitude. He tried to pull her over with him as she pushed his arm off and walked away from him.

Jeez, could a man take a hint. She went over to an area with couches and sat down. She was getting a headache and her arm was red from the mans grip. Yeah, great idea boss man.

[scotland]

He hadn't had a chance to get to the concert, which was, as Scott understood, where most of club-hoppers had come from tonight.
Concerts had never been his thing anyway. It was the after parties that the adrenaline and endorphin pumped youth went to in droves that he preferred. A dance floor packed with dancing, shouting, laughing people shaking away all the stress from the rest of their lives.
At least for a night.
Or for Scott... whenever the opportunity arose.

He had stumbled into this club originally with a few mates he had picked up in a different pub earlier that night, but almost as quickly as they were through the door he had lost them and joined in crowd on the floor, dancing under violet and red lights, reflecting off of several disco balls, a standard Scott had come to understand was a necessity in any self respecting club in London.

At one point he became aware of a slight jostle beside him, a disagreement between weedy looking guy with too many drinks under his belt, and a dark, waif of a lass who appeared to want to be anywhere but where she was.
The struggle seemed to be when he didn't take her initial 'no' and made a desperate pull at her, while never one to be less than helpful, as she pushed him away, he grabbed the mans other arm and swung him into a different circle, while swinging himself out at the same time in the direction the girl had fled.

She hadn't gone far, to the Scotsmans' surprise, reclining in a lounge-type area off from the dance floor.
The invisible wall she seemed to build around herself didn't make him pause for a moment before he flopped down next to her like a sack of potatoes stretching his legs out in front of him and crossing them at the ankle and wrapping an arm over the back of the couch between them.

He had dressed sharply tonight, he thought, dark grey trousers and a pressed dress shirt, the same peachy-orange as the inside of a cantaloupe, the collar popped up fashionably.
"Awright, how's it gaun th' nicht?he called across the couch to her with a bright, what he hoped was, non threatening smile.

[blood]

Nikki yawned as she didnt bother the typical crossing of ehr legs, or anything remotley polite. She looked over to the general sound of the voice. Now she wasnt a rude person, but she damn sure wanted to ask what the hell he was saying. she pazed it, put it together and took a random swng.

"..Tonight is well for me yourself?" She asked as she let her eyes graze over him, young, attractive. Something to watch out for in her mind. She smiled as she knew it would be a real looking, but internally hollow smile. She sighed softly as she rubbed the back of her head.

She decided why not be friendly she offered her hand to the stranger."..Names Nikki, but Nick or Zack works fine as well" She said softly as she straightened out her skirt. Somehow the outift made her look older, more mature. She hated things that did that.

She turned her attention back to the man as she was deciding what to do with him exactly as she rubbed her arm. She was debating between leave and stay, in the end, curiosity and Laziness won out and she decided to stay. She looked back at him and nodded if/when he spoke and when appropriate.

She yawned softly and turned her focus back to him. "..So..what do you do for a living sir." She asked him, now she had no real accent on the surface, but there was the faintest hint of a romanian slur in there to the trained ear.

She loved tha tplace, born and partially raised there. She smiled as she yawned once, she coudlnt help it, the concert took a lot out of her, if she had it her way she woudl be asleep.

[scotland]

He wasn't entirely sure why she came off as so uncomfortable, maybe it was her age, she looked a bit young to be here.
Still, he couldn't help the soft chuckle that passed his lips while she adjusted her skirt and reclined inappropriately for such an outfit.

Then the surprise came as she actually reached out a hand to him, he'd half expected to be ignored entirely.

With another bright smile he took her thin hand in his own and shook it once, firmly, "Tis bin a stoatin nicht, guid reels `n strathspeys, guid fowk, cannae complain, ye know?My names Scott, Scott MacQuarrie, nice tae meit ye

He tilted his head to the side to try and catch her words better as she spoke over the music,
"A'm an affice assistant ower at th' Daily Telegraph," he answered cheerfully, "ah gang git th' important fowk a cuppa 'n' bicci 'n' bygae thair papers alang tae whaur thay tae gang, ye?

As she rubbed her arm he looked down and couldn't help but take note. Perhaps it may have been a subconscious gesture, but the slight red from where he'd seen her grabbed moments ago was evident, and she was so thin that any decent sized guy could leave a fair mark on her.
Cocking a concerned eyebrow he couldn't help but make a polite querie on her well being, if for nothing else than conversation, "Urr ye a'richt? he didnae hurt ye muckle did he? Eejit blootert, a dinnae ken how come thay stick aroond"

[blood]

She smiled at the man as she listened and nodded. She had no clue why she was being so nice today. Any other day she would have told him to go screw himself. She smiled as she just listened to him talk, she was trying to make sense of his words. She nodded lightly. "..So, you know Tamis Devlish then. He's a...very interesting character eh?" She said softly shaking her head chuckling. He was actually the reason shefound her way to her hotel and managed to get to her concert on time. She smiled to the man. Scott was it.

"Well, you seem to have a very interesting and busy life now dont you?" She asked with a smile as she yawned slightly, nuzzling herself into the material of the couch, recounting it all she was now begining to be glad she came out here. She met an intereting and attractive male, she gazed at the dance floor as she shrugged softly. She didnt really know what to say. She didnt want to seem fragile, she liked to put on a tough act. She sighed and decided why not.

"..Eh, It hurts but i think i'll live...Thanks though..." She said as she smiled at him and rubbed arm once more before putting her hands in her lap and smiling ever so lightly. She wasnt really one to know what to do in a social scene. But she liked to think that she was handeling herself quite well.